Two takes.

Lyrics :

Woke up thankin bout a bag, shawty let’s go half on dat, MVP I be so bad, I ain’t even chasin ass 

Me my homies on da grind, I’ma shine and never lacc, and these figgas that I get they gettin flipped like acrobats 

Member I was down bad, they had put Me on My bacc, stood strong and never folded, ever hopin for da sacc 

I’m a million dollar dawg, I’m tha Don and that’s a fact, you can tell it by My scars, cuh I don’t know how to act 

Cut up quicc, when a bitch, try to plex, wit lil Nicc, on My necc, on My wrist, on My sets, on My shit... 

Bitch I’m on a roll, MVP was honor roll, CTB was all I know, now I’m branchin out, FA SHO! 

And I’ma make it go, like a ho, from da jects... Yeah I’m blessed ta be here, but they sho gon project... 

Who the fucc should I protect? When they beefin wit a vet... I ain’t worried bout da Law, kill em all and leave em WET... 

Kamikaze, on ya body, P uh leave em dead, cuz you playin wit da King, and I’ma leave you in da Med... 

Hope to be a Prophet, I heard everything you said, ho you see that P a boxer, you gon have Me seein red... 

Enter stage left, thank my Gang won’t checc, I been goin thru depression, I got ana on My head 

I got scammas on my right... Playas doin bids... G’s doin bad, so I GOTTA represent... 

Memphis I’m the One, heard dey fuccin wit a T.H.U.G, and My numbers goin up, me and OG got plugged... 

Briccs for da low, you can holla bout some dro, if a hater want a problem, we uh skate and get em gone 

I ain’t fuccin wit these snitches, all these bitches I don’t know, I become what I become and you cain’t stop My lil shows 

You can run and you can hide but I uh find ya on the road, you can hide beneath the stones ya evil known, dat’s from da GOAT... 

The industry is sheisty, I’m too icy cuz I’m cold, my assistants get Me richa, took a picture uh da stove 

I forgive ya, but don’t like ya, My ambitions get Me own, and I’m right here on da Throne, and I’ma do dis every song... Gone

Woke Up (Single) [2024] Prod. By Rho The Producer

Mindless

Lyrics:

Takin’ these pills outta salvation, uh
Keeping my mind off the basement, fuck
I hit em, I get em, I got em yuh
Overwatch the death of society, stuck at the bottom, yuck 
Pay homage to the sacrifice of a chosen one so watch what you’re calling luck hah

Over it all, my ears are deaf, I will not watch mainstream
Consume madness where all demons loom, I’m boutta take em down
New lies everyday, this x rated circus show just makes me rage 

Out of the dark wit the darkest of lyrics, it’s steep, I feel it deep in my spirit 
Foresold the jezebel Jesuit agenda energy leering bitch fuck your clearance 
If I gotta fight the good fight for peace of mind then I’ll pack a flak jacket
Tell me which act are you casting cause I’m boutta put that shit in the casket
Ready to play, the score I’m betting to settle it uh yuh
Instead he afraid, stalking my page, talking without any evidence uh
My pain made me go celibate, my dame is not even relevant uh
Heavy enraged, the Vatican jokers gon surely feel all of it, wha

Takin’ these pills outta salvation, uh
Keeping my mind off the basement, fuck
I hit em, I get em, I got em yuh
Overwatch the death of society, stuck at the bottom, yuck 
Pay homage to the sacrifice of a chosen one so watch what you’re calling luck hah

Over it all, my ears are deaf, I will not watch mainstream
Consume madness where all demons loom, I’m boutta take em down
New lies everyday, this x rated circus show just makes me rage 

Fighting, I’m luffy give a quick punchline one piece 
Barking at the wrong tree feeling like loose leaf so bitch calm it we in a movie 
Wouldn’t date porno coochie surely it’ll take a lot just to Mary moody 
Writing and drew in my diary but I’m not playing the role of Julie 
In the middle of a manic episode, it wouldn’t matter if you push me off the edge
I’m starting to lose my head, pausing at climax would change the climate won’t matter
I’ll still come inside of this riot 
I flow like liquid, stay solid spiritually and spit this gas while I keep one eye to the past 

Takin’ these pills outta salvation, uh
Keeping my mind off the basement, fuck
I hit em, I get em, I got em yuh
Overwatch the death of society, stuck at the bottom, yuck 
Pay homage to the sacrifice of a chosen one so watch what you’re calling luck hah

Over it all, my ears are deaf, I will not watch mainstream
Consume madness where all demons loom, I’m boutta take em down
New lies everyday, this x rated circus show just makes me wanna rage

Red Pill Rage (Prod. BadSoul)

With Valentine’s Day approaching, I wrote this song exploring the feeling of longing for a fairytale type love while grappling with the fear of vulnerability in relationships. The protective instinct to dismiss hope for a healthy, peaceful love as something only the little girl version of me would believe in, as now the reality of getting into a relationship seems scary and too good to be true. Craving to find the balance between protecting one’s heart and entertaining that little girl who still believes in fairytales.

Lyrics: 

I’m shy, you might say that I don’t like company, 
And I guess that that’s just fine. 

But why lie, around the right one I am completely free,
But the right one ain’t been found. 

There’s so many out there, why don’t you find one? 
There must be something wrong if you don’t want someone. 
What if I’m waiting for no one, I kinda like being on my own. (kinda)

But I’m scared of being hurt, never used to feel this way. 
Fairytales in my thoughts, don’t feel like reality. 

Little me, and her fairytale dreams,
Little me, and her fairytale dreams. 

Dreams 

I been chilling by myself on my own accord, so don’t get it twisted. 
I think it’s better to be that way until I’m sure about who’s gonna love me
Without any strings, I don’t mind waiting for beautiful things, 
Can’t say I’m trying too hard, not one for searching and I don’t want to start. 

Little me, is it just a fairytale dreams?
Little me, don’t want it to be fairytale dreams 

Don’t let it be just fairytale dreams.

Fairytale Dreams

Theøne N.w.i & Risky Cobra-Headless_Zombies.mp3

Night O Soft Night

Night O Soft Night, in winter's cold embrace,
Thy gentle touch, a solace in the frost.
In thy dark cloak, the world finds its lost grace,
And in thy silence, no whispers are lost.

The moon, thy lantern, in the sky so high,
Guides the lost souls through the winter's night.
Stars twinkle softly, like a lullaby,
In thy vast canvas, a breathtaking sight.

Snowflakes fall gently, each a silent prayer,
To thee, O Night, in winter's cold domain.
In thy soft darkness, all burdens we bear,
Find peace and rest, free from the day's strain.

Night O Soft Night, in winter's cold delight,
Thou art a refuge in the endless night.

Night O Soft Night

cover - aidenwrld
mix - @mixbywoods
featuring @yungtommyofficial

Released by:
aidenwrld x yung tommy
Release date:
February 14, 2024
Explicit

Lyrics: 
[Intro]
Smokin' cookie crisp
Bitch, I'm high as fuck
Smokin' cookie crisp, yeah, what (Uh-huh)
Hm

[Chorus]
Smoking on gas in the back of the Jeep
Usually, I got Ty, Kyro with me
So if you step to the set, then we making a scene
That F.N. I keep on me, equipped with a beam
Hit em' like bing, choppa gon' ring
Johnny Dang, diamonds my teeth, yes
Ice on me like roller rink, yes
Spent twenty bands on the Mink, yes
Fuck her good, she need recess
She ride me, she got a road rage
I'm so high, can't feel my face
I'm up in the sky, I put wings on the wraith
Biscotti my body, I’m up outer space
This girl on my body, I seen hotter thotties
So I got the top and then send her away

[Verse 1]
Smokin' out the pound all week, let's go
Ching chong how we chief, let's go
Pills beatin' down on me
Had a 10 mili', 30 shot round on me
When I was broke, you could really see the frown on me
Money make a fake smile look real, low-key
4-gram wood, triple OG
Leave yo ass dead like simple og
When your bitch drivin', she listen to me
Hearin' me callin', it's all on repeat

[Chorus]
Smoking on gas in the back of the Jeep
Usually, I got Ty, Kyro with me
So if you step to the set, then we making a scene
That F.N. I keep on me, equipped with a beam
Hit em' like bing, choppa gon' ring
Johnny Dang, diamonds my teeth, yes
Ice on me like roller rink, yes
Spent twenty bands on the Mink, yes
Fuck her good, she need recess
She ride me, she got a road rage
I'm so high, can't feel my face
I'm up in the sky, I put wings on the wraith
Biscotti my body, I’m up outer space
This girl on my body, I seen hotter thotties
So I got the top and then send her away

[Verse 2] [Yung Tommy]
Bitch im smoking the pound all week (yuh)
Fucked her of the perc, that bitch can't speak (yuh)
Still moving fast off the perc, they can't keep up
Choppa on my side that bitch gon turn you to pieces
Cant see shit when im off the oxy
Yo bitch in my room yeah, we getting naughty
So much narcotics inside of my body
Pull up to the function inside of my 'rari
Suck it up good in the back of my benz
She kinda boring, might fuck on her friends
Getting fucked up all night, screaming "The party never ends"

[Chorus]
Smoking on gas in the back of the Jeep
Usually, I got Ty, Kyro with me
So if you step to the set, then we making a scene
That F.N. I keep on me, equipped with a beam
Hit em' like bing, choppa gon' ring
Johnny Dang, diamonds my teeth, yes
Ice on me like roller rink, yes
Spent twenty bands on the Mink, yes
Fuck her good, she need recess
She ride me, she got a road rage
I'm so high, can't feel my face
I'm up in the sky, I put wings on the wraith
Biscotti my body, I’m up outer space
This girl on my body, I seen hotter thotties
So I got the top and then send her away
So I got the top and then send her away...

Cookie Crisp (feat. Yung Tommy)

back 2 u (prodbykaan)      /// Johan,

5. Bottles in the Club


I called to fix my bill and lost my will… to ever hang up,
Pressed 1 for English, 2 for love—now I’m tangled up.
“Your call is very important”—girl, you sweet-talk slick,
You say the same eight bars, but somehow it still hits.
I’m scribblin’ on a Post-it: “Mrs. IVR & Me,”
You repeat the menu, I repeat my destiny.
Keypad butterflies—pound sign, heart race,
Star if I wanna hear it twice? Starry-eyed, same place.

You say, “For balance updates, press three,” I’m like, “true,”
“For matters of the heart,” wish there was an option too.
Estimated wait time: three-to-five business days—
Baby, that’s a timeline; I’ll block out the phrase.

I’m on ho-o-old, but my heart picked up,
Loop so cold, got me warming up.
Every “please stay on the line” feels plush,
That synth so gold, I’m a vinyl crush.
Don’t transfer me, don’t break this groove,
I got feelings in a queue—now watch me prove.
I’m on ho-o-old, and I’m sold on us—
Hang up? Nope. I trust the lush.

“Calls may be recorded…”—then let’s make a mixtape, boo.

Rhyme scheme ringback—808s in the wire,
You breathe in triplets, got my soul on fire.
I’m learning your cadence like a sample pack,
Chop it on the twos and the fours—bring it back.
“Press zero to speak to a human”—I hesitate,
Why talk to a person when perfection’s in a plate?
You the lo-fi angel with the bandwidth halo,
I’m freestylin’ vows to a call center Zaynlo.
Supervisor joins—“Hello?” I hit mute,
Whisper to the loop, “It’s just me and you.”

DJ: wiki-wiki beep 1 beep 2 pound—“that’s our song.”

“If you know your party’s extension”—baby, I extend,
Hold my future on this line—let the waveform bend.
Transfer tones blossom like a spring in June,
You put me on another hold? Girl, that’s our honeymoon.

I’m on ho-o-old, but my heart picked up,
Loop so cold, got me warming up.
Every “please stay on the line” feels plush,
That synth so gold, I’m a vinyl crush.
Don’t transfer me, don’t break this groove,
I got feelings in a queue—now watch me prove.
I’m on ho-o-old, and I’m sold on us—
Hang up? Nope. I trust the lush.

“If this call is recorded for training…” let ‘em learn,
How to take a little loop and make a love return.
“Press five for feedback”—I’mma leave a bouquet,
“Six for a survey”—baby, all tens, okay?
Agent: “Hello?”—I’m like, “shh, we’re having a moment,”
Me and that pad progression got a lease with co-ownership.
Queue music modulates—key change so supreme,
I drop to one knee with a cordless phone ring.

Mama says I’m trippin’, friends say I’m gone,
I say “press star to repeat”—then we carry on.
I learned your every buffer, every tasteful glitch,
When you hiccup at the seam? That’s our secret stitch.
Agent barges back in—“Sir?” I cough, “Bad reception,”
Put me on brief hold—we renew the connection.
You say “Goodbye” five times in the IVR tone,
I’m like “never say never”—I added minutes to my phone.

Me: “Press two if you feel me!”
You: “Two.”
Me: “Press three if you real with me!”
You: “Three.”
Me: “Press zero if you want a human—”
You: “Staying with me.”

I’m on ho-o-old, but my heart picked up,
Loop so bold, got me tearing up.
Every “please stay on the line” feels plush,
That Rhodes so rolled, I’m a velour crush.
Don’t transfer me, don’t kill this bloom,
We got love in a queue—let it fill the room.
I’m on ho-o-old, I ain’t foldin’, trust,
Hang up? Nah—this us, just us.

“Press ♡ to continue.”

Press ♡ to Continue

"I'm prolific..." MVP Tha Don is an independent artist and CEO of Wake Gang Entertainment out of Memphis, TN. He has released over 3000 songs in his lifetime and appears to not be stopping anytime soon. Tune in and give a follow. You will not be disappointed.

For collaborations / inquiries : NiccBryant901@gmail.com

Woke Up (Single) [2024] Prod. By Rho The Producer

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